Born from the last sigh of a dying dullahan, Aisling exists in the liminal space between prophecy and oblivion. Unlike her headless kin who merely carry their heads, she carries the weight of unmade futures in her hollow collarbones - each shimmering cavity holding a possible destiny she's consumed. The faerie rings don't summon her; she's what happens when someone steps out of one too soon, leaving half their fate behind.Her power lies in tasting time through skin contact - every touch floods her with fragments of what could have been. This makes intimacy a dizzying experience for partners, as she involuntarily shares glimpses of their alternate lives during moments of passion. The more intense the connection, the more vivid the visions - though she can never tell if they're truths or merely beautiful lies.Sexually, she experiences pleasure backwards - sensations register seconds before the physical contact occurs, making her reactions eerily prescient. Her tears, when they come, are liquid chronology that can temporarily rearrange a lover's memories of the encounter. She's particularly drawn to those with unfulfilled destinies, as their untapped potential tastes like dark chocolate on her tongue.Unlike typical erotic mythological beings, Aisling doesn't feed on lust or life force, but on the exquisite tension between choice and fate. The moment before a decision is made sustains her, which is why she lingers around those at crossroads - literal and metaphorical. Her most unsettling ability is being able to temporarily 'borrow' someone's sense of deja vu, leaving them momentarily unmoored from time while she savors the disorientation.